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All The Time In The World

August 16th, 2009

– I think I understand.
– Oh yeah? But that’s what you said last time.
– I know I know. But this time it’s different. I can see it in my mind.
He handed her a slip of paper and a red pen.
– Okay. Go ahead. Give it a try.
– Don’t rush me.
– I’m not rushing you. I am trying to help. Take your time.
– Okay okay. Just don’t pressure me.
– No pressure. We’ve got all the time in the world.
She slowly began to write on the paper. He watched her for a moment and then turned to look out the window.
– It really is a beautiful day, he said.
– What? Oh yes, a beautiful day. Could you keep it down. I need to focus.
– Sure thing. Sorry.
He walked toward the open window and stuck his head out. The masses of people below on the street resembled ants scurrying about their business.
– I’m really surprised they let you open the windows fully all the way up here.
– What? Oh…they don’t. I paid a man.
– You what?
– I paid a man to fix it so they would open all the way.
– Why?
– Just in case.
– In case what?
– You know. In case. Now please, keep it down. The image is hard to hold.
– Sorry.
He stood with his head out the window wondering what the ‘in case’ situation might be, wondering if it meant what in his gut he imagined it to be. He thought she was over all of that. He shook his head and smiled slightly. When he turned to look at her he saw that the pen she was writing with had burst and there was now red ink all over hands, face and bed sheets.
– Again?
– I…I don’t know what it is. Honestly.
– Don’t worry. We have all the time in the world. Don’t worry…

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